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—It’s garaged at your, at the place of the accident I can’t find the, what kind of car is it.

—Sosumi.

—I’m being quite serious Mister Crease.

—So am I! It’s a Japanese car, a Sosumi.

—Oh. Oh dear, yes I’m sorry, it’s so hard to keep track of them all nowdays. We had a whole family kill…

"You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own"; and it struck me, as my automaton knees went up and down, that I simply did not know a thing about my darling's mind and that quite possibly, behind the awful juvenile clichés, there was in her a garden and a twiligh…

[...] She believed, with a kind of celestial trust, any advertisement or advice that that appeared in Movie Love or Screen Land -- Starasil Starves Pimples, or "You better watch out if you're wearing your shirttails outside your jeans, gals, because Jill says you shouldn't." If a roadside sign …

[...] Every now and then, immediately east of my left ear (always assuming I lay on my back, not daring to direct my viler side toward the nebulous haunch of my bed-mate), the corridor would brim with cheerful, resonant and inept exclamations ending in a volley of good-nights. W hen that stopped, a…

The short white-sand strip of "our" beach-from which by now we had gone a little way to reach deep water-was empty on weekday mornings. There was nobody around except those two tiny very busy figures on the opposite side, and a dark-red private plane that droned overhead, and then disappeared in th…